Page 2 of Hard Ride

Ollie surprised her, clenching her hips in a sturdy grip and guiding them closer to his body until she was practically riding the thigh of his bent leg.His fingers hooked into the belt loops of her jeans and clasped her tight against him.Tight enough that his hard cock made quite the impression on her mound.

Nowthat’swhat she was talking about.

Kyra’s mouth widened against his as she grinned despite their kisses.Ollie was fun, an awesome friend, and if he could feed off her energy to kiss her like this…who knew what else he was capable of?

She couldn’t wait to find out.

Ollie groaned and drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it.Involuntarily, they began to gyrate against each other to the rhythm of their making out.Kyra could feel the beat reverberating through her even more strongly than her bass during the heaviest of the songs Kason had written.

Her breasts ached, so she rubbed them against Ollie’s chest, making them both moan in the process.She hoped he’d parked his campervan close by.He lived in the retrofitted Sprinter while traveling for his job as Hot Rides’ salvage man.

Though Van usually accompanied Kyra outside for her after-concert fresh-air cool-down, he was nowhere to be seen at the moment.She and Ollie could easily slip away and get rid of the clothes currently preventing her from climbing and riding him right there, right then.

She’d drag him off soon, after she’d sampled a couple more of his addictive kisses.

Or at least that had been her plan.

The door beside them slammed open, the metal smashing into the cinder blocks inches from their heads.Holy shit!

She jerked in Ollie’s hold, though he flipped them again to pin her against the building, using his body to shield her as he reluctantly parted their mouths.Breathing hard, he glanced over in time to see what Kyra did.

Kason’s head of security—Van Hernandez, who also happened to be Kyra’s best friend and previous crush…okay, maybe simultaneous crush, sorry Ollie—burst into the parking lot.He half dragged, half dangled Kason’s manager Rick from his meaty fist as if he was about to boot the guy out on his sorry ass.

Kyra wouldn’t blame him.Rick was a dickhead.

Instead, Van froze, looking between her and Ollie then back again before recognition dawned in his usually warm brown eyes.Poor Rick bore the brunt of his renewed fury.Van flung the man, who stumbled away from the arena to keep from falling on his pretty face.“You heard Kason.Get the fuck out of here.You have no business with us anymore.”

“We have a contract!”Rick shook his fist at Van.

“I’m sure your lawyers can discuss the details,” Van snarled at the poor bastard.“You have thirty seconds to get off the property before I call the cops and let them know you’re trespassing.”

With that, Van spread his legs and crossed his arms, becoming an immovable human blockade that had more in common with a refrigerator than the average man.Kyra sure as hell wouldn’t fuck with him when he was wearing a scowl like that.For example, she hadn’t done so when he’d leveled a similar one at her while lecturing her about how they worked together and therefore shouldn’t make out ever again.Instead, she’d slunk away like Rick was doing now, as though she’d done something terrible.And she’d never had the guts to bring it up afterward.

Thinking of kissing Van while being so close to Ollie made Kyra squirm and nearly come on the spot.She ducked out from under Ollie’s deceptively strong arm as if she hadn’t been trying to crawl deeper into his embrace a few heartbeats earlier.

When Rick disappeared into the darkness of the night, Van turned toward them.His powers of observation were part of what made him so good at his job.There was no way he would miss her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, or the hard-on causing an impressive bulge in Ollie’s jeans.

She shot him a weak and awkward as fuck semi-smile.“Hey, Van.”

“Kason finally ditched that asshole, huh?”Ollie seemed oblivious to the tension zinging between her and Van.He stepped right into its stream.It snapped back on him like a broken rubber band.

“Wish we all could avoid our problems so easily.”Van glowered and stomped inside, slamming the door equally as hard as he had when he’d interrupted their make-out session.

Instantly, Kyra felt her blood boiling.And not from passion this time, either.

How the fuck dare he be pissed at her for enjoying Ollie and the way he made her feel?The way he accepted her.And the way he showed her that he intended to do something about whatever it was between them—exactly opposite of how Van had acted in a similar situation.

“Where were we?”Ollie asked, wrapping his hand around her waist.Unfortunately, that only made him close enough to catch her elbow with his sternum when she flailed toward the door and the man who’d vanished behind it.

“I can’t go back to making out after he killed the mood like that!”Kyra’s rage ratcheted up a notch that Van had stolen even that from her.She lunged for the door handle.

“Kyra, hang on.Give yourself a second to calm down before you go in there.You’re going to…” She imagined he finished withregret it, but she couldn’t say for sure because she’d already ignored his advice.

Ollie squeezed ahead of her and tried again.“Let me talk to him.I’ll smooth things over.Tell him I made the first move.I didn’t realize there was something between the two of you.”

“There isn’t.”Kyra threw her head back and sucked in a few deep breaths.They did nothing to settle her and only fueled the pressure building within her.“Not going to lie, I wished there could be.But he shut that down.So he doesn’t get to disapprove of me making out with any damn person I feel like kissing—or fucking, for that matter.”

“Was that where we were heading?”Ollie wondered.

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